Thus are young ladies taught, Mama!
Let others mind their work; I’ll play,
Mama, the sweet duet,
That for my master’s voice and mine
Is from Armida set.
If Rénaud felt love’s burning flame,
I feel some shootings of the same:
Tra la la la, tra la la la,
Thus are young ladies taught, Mama!
Let others keep accounts; I’ll dance,